Present.
I would like to destroy capitalism with my own hands.
It was hard not to feel that way while putting together a travel booklet where one single hotel stay cost more than the combined total of my annual salary and my entire family’s income. I simply could not understand how anyone could afford all of that in the current economy I lived in.
I tried not to think about the debt glowing in red on the app on my phone. Or about how there were still two weeks left until payday and I already did not have a single cent in my pocket.
Staring at the six digits on my computer screen, I brought a cup of burning hot coffee to my lips and drank it in one single gulp, savoring the burn that touched the tip of my tongue.
“I don’t care if you’re poor,” were the kind words from my boss, Joyce, d
